Sequoia Coast god loves you, but not enough to save you

No. She didn't think so.
In another life, she would have been shattered over it. But now, she merely sniffles and brushes a silent paw across the obsidian cheek; she straightens the fur there, the plush downy that had now grown to fierce, dark guard hairs.
We're gonna be okay, Ava, with or without dad. With or without God. I promise. We're gonna figure it out. I'm gonna-- I'm gonna take care of us.
As she always had. As she always will.